CHAPTER XV

LOVE MUST TO SCHOOL Love must to school to learn his alphabet, His wings are shorn, his eyes are dim and wet. He pores on books that once he knew by heart— Poor, foolish Love, to wander and forget. Elizabeth sat quite motionless for half an hour. Then she stirred, bent her head for a moment, whilst she listened to David’s regular breathing, and then rose to her feet. She passed through the open door into her own room, and undressed in the dark. Then she lay down a…